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One time a few years ago, my roommate came home to find me writhing white-faced in agony on my bed and asked if she should take me to the hospital.

Nope, thanks. Just cramping.

It was debilitating and anxiety-inducing. Besides the physical agony, it was embarrassing as hell. You can’t hide that level of pain, and people are inquisitive. So several days a month, being in public got awkward.